I need to make a big shipment but this box isn’t large enough. Oh, you say that you have just the thing? That’s xxxxx!

In Granny's basket, treasure spun, soft as a cloud, a tale just begun. Loops and twists, tales so sweet, through nimble fingers, they fleet.

You sit there dry, enjoying the rays, then someone jumps in and ruins your day. A cannonball lands with a soaking crash, now you’re soaked in seconds flat.

A friendly supply we used everyday to write and take notes from every form each day

I wear a crown of slender hair, painting bright trails with gentle care.